Nibbled by the Vamp(9)

Griffin worked harder, pleased with every tightening of her pussy around his shaft, each tremor that worked through her body. He continued his passionate assault, faster with each breath.

Wren writhed, hands still in place as she fought to meet his thrusts. She begged and pleaded, but he kept steady. She’d come. With him.

Cock throbbing, pulsing deep within her, he increased his pace, pushing in and out of her needy cunt until the slap of their flesh meeting joined with their hissing pants. He gave more and she seemed to drink in the pleasure he forced upon her.

His balls were near bursting, ready to flood her with the evidence of his pleasure, but he held back.

Not until she was ready to come and not a moment before.

Faster he moved, the coolness of his body gone as sweat coated his brow, slithering over his chest. He moved one hand and placed it between her thighs, pressed his thumb over her clit and then rubbed the hardened nub in tight circles.

His sweet little bird screamed. “Fuck! Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me…”

Griffin’s fangs descended fully, tips pricking his lower lip. He felt the droplets of blood trail down his chin, slipping across his tongue. The flavors would send her soaring, but also tie them even closer together.

But he couldn’t spend a moment to care. Especially when her pussy was eating him alive. Each tremor came on the heels of another, milking him in a rapidly increasing rhythm.

“Wren.”

She trembled, muscles of her body twitching in a random pattern. “Gonna.”

He slid his hand from her pussy and leaned over her, bracing his weight on his hands and lowered until he hovered over her prone body. Then he pummeled her with his cock, fucking her as hard and deep as he could. He captured her lips in a primal kiss, letting her drink from his mouth, his blood drifting over her taste buds, replacing what he’d taken.

Beneath him, she tensed, body tight, and he knew her release was upon her. With her body balancing on the edge, he released his tightly wound control. As fast as lightning, he released her mouth and buried his fangs in her neck, drawing her blood into his mouth and swallowing each droplet.

The power of his bite, the flavors of Wren, sent his arousal flying until he came with a muffled shout. His cock grew and throbbed within her perfect cunt, coating her inner walls. He convulsed, explosions of bliss overtaking him as he spilled himself inside her. Previously unknown ecstasy overtook him, filled every part of his body, and he reveled in the sensations.

Wren trembled and thrashed, her pussy still squeezing him, each tightening seeming to draw out his orgasm even further. His cock twitched, every move releasing another bit of his cum until he felt he’d turn inside out from the pleasure.

Eventually his cock softened, but remained snug within Wren’s walls. He slid his fangs from her neck, making sure to seal the wounds before he left the comfort of their closeness. A sated smile graced Wren’s lips, his blood still staining her delicate mouth, reminding him of their second, forbidden exchange.

Just as he’d be able to find her, she’d now be able to find him, leaving him vulnerable to the delicate human.

And he couldn’t care less.

Still panting with his release, he stared down at her and wondered if he’d ever get enough of her lovely body. More importantly, her blood.

Her eyes had drifted closed and her breathing had evened to a slow, contented pattern. He’d have to release her, return her to her home. No matter how much he detested the idea.

“Sleep, little bird.” He slid in a bit of compulsion, wanting her to slumber through the next few hours.

Griffin would return her to her life. He had no other choice.





Chapter Three





Griffin snarled at the Novice who opened the door to Carac’s home. His hunger, primal and fierce, rode him harder with every step he took. With each day, the need for Wren grew, destroying every thought, every bit of focus he managed to grasp.

Two weeks. It’d been two weeks since he’d released his little bird and still he craved her like no other. He remembered the delicate, sweet taste of her blood as he took her, possessed her body and relished her surrender.

And he’d released her as law demanded.

Fuck.

He could find her though. Find her and…

He bared his teeth at the scurrying maid who crossed his path, hissing as she darted down the hallway. They should scurry. All of them. They should run and find his Wren.

“Griffin, quit being an ass and get in here. Now.” Carac’s voice cut through Griffin’s thoughts, the compulsion to follow his Sovereign’s words unmistakable.

It was rare that their Sovereign, their leader and center of their Ring, would compel another. But Griffin could not refuse. The man’s power was far beyond any others in Atlanta and he couldn’t defy the vampire even if he desired.